"30 Ball" lyrics
Damn Tibi
(Yeah, yeah, ha, gang)
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, grr)
(Gang gang, nigga, RL Money Gang shit, brr, see what I'm saying? Yeah)
(Nigga ain't talking bout nun, nigga ain't talking bout shit)
Nigga ain't talking bout nun, nigga ain't talking bout shit (talking bout nun)
Nigga think he hard, ain't stand no plug, I take him down for zips (take em down)
Body droppin, bitch we window shoppin, which opp ima get? (what ima get?)
Think he demon, I don't give a fuck he shot shit, his ass still a bitch (still a bitch)
Try to run, glizzy pop the car and make his body flip (pop that car)
Got on feet, hop out hit his leg, his ass walk with a limp (hit his leg)
.223, backseat OD geekin, I'm still clutchin [?]
Main nigga always talking bout that he solid, be the first one to snitch (nigga not solid)
Bitch talking bout I'm broke, that Chanel bag I bought her cost a ten (Chanel bag)
Coulda spend that on the real hoes, ungrateful than a bitch (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Niggas always talking all that rara, bitch I'm tryna spin (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Niggas steady hatin, we don't give no fuck we ball like Jeremy Lin (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Double down the Glock, lil shawty dissin, we gon split his wig (hold on, hold on, pussy bitch)
Red dot on my Glock, put beam on him, thought I was Kylo Ren (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Ps in the bag, told em 4 sound good, young nigga please don't trip (hold on, hold on, yeah)
Drop the 30 ball inside the mall now my opps think I'm lit (woah, see what I'm saying?)
Do my money dance on top that hoe think I ain't havin shit (what, what)
What the fuck? My opp had got exposed his ass was gay as shit
Deadly tale, last opp nigga was dissin he got sent to hell
Racks inside my jeans my thigh pack bustin bigger than a bbl (damn, damn)
Bankroll ain't come out no goddamn bank it came from servin bales
Nigga always fallin out bout hoes, don't ever keep it player
Walk in the spot, young nigga smell like za mixed with designer fragrance
Drop yo dot, we'll push up to your pen and get yo bitchass tailored (where you at)
Shoot him for that cap and call Lil Yotti that's my 23 (hold on, hold on, shout out gang)
Why these niggas keep on dissin, then try to act like it ain't beef (hold on, hold on, nigga they dissin)
Prada known for getting them racks, I'll hit the trap with bags on me (hit that trap)
Last nigga dissin on gang, we took him down, his ass got DDT (DDT)
Nigga think he poppin, watch my shooter hop up out that V (out that V)
Nigga sip that K roll now he dozin, put his ass to sleep (sippin that K roll)
All my youngins gunnin and they stick beside me faithfully (stick beside)
Wanna be a star his ass got put up on that TV screen (wanna be a star)
(Yeah, yeah, ha, gang)
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, grr)
(Gang gang, nigga, RL Money Gang shit, brr, see what I'm saying? Yeah)
(Nigga ain't talking bout nun, nigga ain't talking bout shit)
Nigga ain't talking bout nun, nigga ain't talking bout shit (talking bout nun)
Nigga think he hard, ain't stand no plug, I take him down for zips (take em down)
Body droppin, bitch we window shoppin, which opp ima get? (what ima get?)
Think he demon, I don't give a fuck he shot shit, his ass still a bitch (still a bitch)
Try to run, glizzy pop the car and make his body flip (pop that car)
Got on feet, hop out hit his leg, his ass walk with a limp (hit his leg)
.223, backseat OD geekin, I'm still clutchin [?]
Main nigga always talking bout that he solid, be the first one to snitch (nigga not solid)
Bitch talking bout I'm broke, that Chanel bag I bought her cost a ten (Chanel bag)
Coulda spend that on the real hoes, ungrateful than a bitch (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Niggas always talking all that rara, bitch I'm tryna spin (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Niggas steady hatin, we don't give no fuck we ball like Jeremy Lin (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Double down the Glock, lil shawty dissin, we gon split his wig (hold on, hold on, pussy bitch)
Red dot on my Glock, put beam on him, thought I was Kylo Ren (hold on, hold on, what the fuck?)
Ps in the bag, told em 4 sound good, young nigga please don't trip (hold on, hold on, yeah)
Drop the 30 ball inside the mall now my opps think I'm lit (woah, see what I'm saying?)
Do my money dance on top that hoe think I ain't havin shit (what, what)
What the fuck? My opp had got exposed his ass was gay as shit
Deadly tale, last opp nigga was dissin he got sent to hell
Racks inside my jeans my thigh pack bustin bigger than a bbl (damn, damn)
Bankroll ain't come out no goddamn bank it came from servin bales
Nigga always fallin out bout hoes, don't ever keep it player
Walk in the spot, young nigga smell like za mixed with designer fragrance
Drop yo dot, we'll push up to your pen and get yo bitchass tailored (where you at)
Shoot him for that cap and call Lil Yotti that's my 23 (hold on, hold on, shout out gang)
Why these niggas keep on dissin, then try to act like it ain't beef (hold on, hold on, nigga they dissin)
Prada known for getting them racks, I'll hit the trap with bags on me (hit that trap)
Last nigga dissin on gang, we took him down, his ass got DDT (DDT)
Nigga think he poppin, watch my shooter hop up out that V (out that V)
Nigga sip that K roll now he dozin, put his ass to sleep (sippin that K roll)
All my youngins gunnin and they stick beside me faithfully (stick beside)
Wanna be a star his ass got put up on that TV screen (wanna be a star)
